THE NIGHT OF THE BLUE NEON LIGHT



Dizzying,blinding and Blue
Neon lighted billboards
serving eager women
Red caped and duct-taped
with fake lust and real hunger
SHE sells ,SHE bleeds
SHE moans,and groans
SHE smiles at her
intruders imbecility
Violating her at her will ,
and at his expense
Feeding his disdained manhood
by the offal of her faked orgasm

Eight hours of paper work
reading,analysing,re-reading
restitutes for two minutes of pleasure
And the blue neon lights
the warm beer
and unpolished peanuts


SHE moves in a known motion
of a tired dancer
dancing to the same tunes
since times immemorial
SHE closes her tired
and complaining eyes
trying to imagine a greener world
With clearer faces
Scantily powdered
NO silicon assets
NO fake eyelashes
NONE of that plastic smirk


He thrusts in and shudders
his impatience,
a bit too eager for his comfort,
releases itself
He moves his prostrate human carcass
multi-layered with adipose tissue
and a blanket of curly hair
and grabs the bottle
of synthetic nectar
that promises to wash away the blemish


The moment of known unsuspecting pain
drags her to the blue neon lights
the tatty pink walls
the rotating fan
[that was once white]
the real world welcomes her
with open legs
as SHE welcomes her invaders
And wraps her around
in a mystified coil
of a forsaken pleasure
as she waits with
closed eyes and open legs
for the dawn of the light
NIGHT,after NIGHT after NIGHT........